A/N: Hermione and Ron must be the cutest couple ever! One problem – they won't confess their love for each other. I know they will, though, because I wish it so! This is my story that shows how stubborn Hermione and Ron are, but it also shows how their differences cannot keep them apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Rating: T – Just in case.

Chapter One

"What?" exclaimed a shocked Ron, clad in his slightly dirty pajamas.

"Hermione is coming here tomorrow," repeated Mrs. Weasley.

"Why?"

"Her parents are on vacation and she needs somewhere to stay."

"What?"

"She's spending the summer here, Ron."

"What?"

Mrs. Weasley sighed, exasperated. "Can you give me more than a one word sentence?"

"No," grumped Ron before slumping into his seat at the table.

"Aren't we peachy this morning?" laughed Mr. Weasley from behind the morning paper.

Mrs. Weasley flicked her finger and a plate with toast floated over to the table to land directly in front of Ron.

Ron began to munch silently, lost in thought.

"Hermione is coming tomorrow, and I want this place to look a little more presentable," began Mrs. Weasley. "So some serious cleaning has to be done today."

Mr. Weasley stood up. "I'll just get going to work now. Love you. Bye!"

"Not so fast," growled Mrs. Weasley, brandishing a wooden spoon. "You've got to cut the grass and pick up some groceries so we can make a decent meal at some point during her stay."

Mr. Weasley visibly slumped over. "Fine." He then marched out of the kitchen; attempting to keep whatever dignity he had left.

"Where is Ginny?" asked Ron, looking up from his toast.

Mrs. Weasley dropped her spoon. "He speaks!"

"Funny," muttered Ron. "Where is Ginny?"

"Out in the garden, picking strawberries for a pie tonight."

Ron nodded, and went groggily up to his room. He quickly changed into jeans and a t-shirt and returned downstairs. Timing himself carefully, he bolted out the door behind his mother's back and into the garden.

"Hey Ron," smiled Ginny, looking up from a bush of raspberries. "You hear about our little visitor?"

"Yes!" snapped Ron, his blue eyes flashing. "Why didn't you tell me she was coming?"

Ginny shrugged innocently. "I thought it wouldn't matter."

"Wouldn't matter?!"

"Nope. I mean, she's just a friend, isn't she?" probed Ginny. "You know, if you needed some help with telling her how you feel about her, come to me."

"I do not like Hermione!" growled Ron, bunching his hands into fists. "Why does everyone think I do?"

"Because you do," replied Fred as he jogged by.

"Duh," laughed George, smacking Ron's forehead on his way by.

"Well put!" agreed Ginny with a snicker.

Ron rubbed his forehead and glared at Ginny. "You're not going to do or say anything while she is here. And I don't like her. Don't get any ideas!"

Ginny raised her hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. But I'm telling you, you're going to have to come out with your true feelings for her some day."

Ron tipped his head back and sighed. "You're hopeless." He then turned and headed back into the house.

"I'm not the one who is going to be feeling hopeless, there, Ron!" hollered Ginny cheerily before going back to her raspberry picking.

Ron waved a hand in the air over his shoulder to dismiss his sister's comment. He stalked into the kitchen and slumped into his seat for the second time that morning.

"Oh Ron," cooed Mrs. Weasley, taking the seat opposite him. "I didn't know that having your, erm, friend over would bother you that much."

"Mom, don't even start."

"All right, but can I say one thing?"

Ron sighed. "You're going to say it whether I give you permission or not, so just say it all ready."

"Good call," grinned Mrs. Weasley. "You'll have to tell her some time how you feel about her."

Ron slammed his hands on the counter and leapt to his feet. "I don't like her! She's a teacher's pet and a know-it-all! How can anyone like someone like that?"

"Ron!" cried the mother, jumping to her feet. "That was rude! And disrespectful! You should never say anything like that about her!"

"Well I just did," murmured Ron solemnly before turning and ascending the stairs into his bedroom.

He lay there on his bed, thinking. Why did I over-react like that? I feel bad, but Hermione is a know-it-all! I guess she is sort of admirable in a goofy, nerdy sort of way… NO! What am I saying? I can't actually be attracted to her! Can I?

A/N: Whoot! That is a wrap for chapter one! Tell me how it is all sounding thus far. Interesting? Boring? Just odd? Let me know in a review!